Below me lives an actor. The director spots her long nose and skinny ass.
Casts her in a huge role, Richard III. She screams My life for a horse's ass.
The super accuses me of jamming the toilet and flooding the apartment.
Two hours you cost me, he yells and threatens to shove a firecracker up my ass.
A guy doing shots at the bar declares a butt like mine deserves headlights.
I reply excuse you big boy and knee him in the crotch. Life is full of ass.
At rehab they say apologize for behavior under the influence.
Apologize? Whatever I do drunk I'd do sober. They can kiss my ass.
Mr. Johnson pokes me with his chalky finger, and I rise out of my desk.
Moon Pythagorus and his disciples, dropping my Levis over ass.
Me? I love glutes au natural. No fancy tattoo, no lacy French thong.
Swinging my backside in open air, just denim rubbing against my ass.
Ghazal by Chella Courington first appeared in _Poemeleon_ (vol. 1, issue 1, summer 2006)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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hi chella, its allison. i got a blogspot to keep track of my poetry and i hope itll assist me. also i bought the book deliverance from the used book store in town and im going to start it today.
Thats a great poem!
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